To horse and away To the heart of the fray! Fling care to the Devil for one merry day!

The hooves of the horse! Oh! witching and sweet is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet; no whisper of love, no trilling of bird, can stir me as hooves on the horse have stirred.

If we discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they loved them.

I somehow make it through the first month. I dress and brush my teeth when they tell me to. And I experience the hollow feeling of complete loss, which is emptiness.

Can you walk the road your dream goes?Sometimes. Sometimes I am afraid to.Who is not....

Start each day asking, "How do I want others to feel?" Then act accordingly.

I don't like the ironic tone that our pop culture, in the world, has taken. Everything is 'ironic.' Everything is 'cool.'

Creativity comes from the spiritual realm, the collective consciousness. And the mind is in a different realm than the molecules of the brain. The brain is a receiver, not a source.

My early reviews were so bad that I decided I didn't want to read them again.

Through care taken over trends, the desire to be novel and affectation knowledge, we repudiate our art, our instinct, our own way of doing things; it is absurd and stupid

What if happiness is in fact more about remembering who we are, rather than attempting to change anything or anyone at all?

He who reforms, God assists.